Immanuel the Escort?

Look dammit. Times are hard. Bush retired to the ranch and left us fucked economically with no lube.

So I was talking to a buddy of mine today, “Baron.” We have never sexed but Baron is the total package. Dark, smooth skin and tight body. Handsome boy-next-door face. Sharp as a ginzo knife and freaky as shit.

“Hey Immanuel, I used to escort to earn extra money when times are tight,” he said. “We should talk about launching an escort business on the side.”

I’m sitting in a coffee shop working on my laptop when Baron calls to tell me this. I go outside to take the call. If the other patrons overhear me talking about dicking some ass for pay they might choke on their cafe lattes.

“Umm, that sounds interesting,” I say. “But where would i get the time? Plus I’m middle aged…who would want me?”

Baron, who claims he is in his mid 30s, runs it down to me. I look almost a decade younger than I am, keep my body tight, and have a nice, hard dick that can hit it, he explains.

No joking, I fucked five guys in the past 24 hours at two freak parties. “Imagine if you charged each of those guys $50,” Baron says.

Fifty dollars, I think. I wouldn’t be that cheap.

Baron wants to do lunch to talk about the logistics and legality of escorting in our area. He wants to recruit some attractive guys to put in our stable.

Look, I’m sexually adventurous but this may be going too far. But come on. I hve peed on dudes, slapped them around during sex, and tickled their armpits because they asked me. For free. So why not charge for it?

So I plan to have more conversations with Baron because I like talking.

Hey, and if any my blog readers are escorts hit me up. I want to hear your story.